Fender Envy
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AC Bill
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When my niece got married back in the early 90's, she asked me to be the MC, and also if I would be able to chauffeur her best friend and Maiden of Honor around for the day, to the church, to the photo shoot, to the reception, etc.. Her Maiden of Honor, as it turns out, was Morgan Fox, the Playboy Playmate of the month for December 1990, and Miss Canada 1988.. I readily accepted her request..
My personal vehicle back then was a lifted Suburban 4x4, with a winch on the front and roof racks for packing a cartop boat, or sometimes a moose or deer. Not really what the bride wanted to have her fancied up Maiden of Honor arrive in. Watching her getting in and out of the Suburban would probably have been something I and a few other guys would have enjoyed, but my niece convinced her Husband to Be, to let me drive his pride and joy BMW instead.
Anyway, although I had driven standard transmission cars for many years, that stupid friggin car refused to shift smoothly. I was constantly cursing the car every time it did that, which had Morgan in stitches. She thought it was hilarious, as she knew the groom loved his little shitbox, and would have had a heart attack if he knew what I was putting it through. I was just hoping like hell it wouldn't break down, but somehow it made it through the day. It looked exactly like that one in the photo, same color too..
I sure wish I had a photo of her with the car
My personal vehicle back then was a lifted Suburban 4x4, with a winch on the front and roof racks for packing a cartop boat, or sometimes a moose or deer. Not really what the bride wanted to have her fancied up Maiden of Honor arrive in. Watching her getting in and out of the Suburban would probably have been something I and a few other guys would have enjoyed, but my niece convinced her Husband to Be, to let me drive his pride and joy BMW instead.
Anyway, although I had driven standard transmission cars for many years, that stupid friggin car refused to shift smoothly. I was constantly cursing the car every time it did that, which had Morgan in stitches. She thought it was hilarious, as she knew the groom loved his little shitbox, and would have had a heart attack if he knew what I was putting it through. I was just hoping like hell it wouldn't break down, but somehow it made it through the day. It looked exactly like that one in the photo, same color too..
I sure wish I had a photo of her with the car
So all of that story and all we get is a picture of a shit box,
you couldn't even google the plyboy bunny and add photo,
Here I fixed that for you.